He knew the Canadians would no doubt keep their base hidden. It's what the Americans were trying to do too. Their base was hidden in a valley instead of a mountain. It was easier to train their horses there, instead of on the rocky hilltop. So Reckless was almost perfectly trained, as long as it didn't snow. He had been told that there was a small storm coming in, and it wasn't expected to be big. But even as he trotted along with Reckless, the sky above them darkened the further they went, the clouds looking angry and powerful. At this hentppk out his radio. After he clicked it on, there was a moment of static before it connected with the main line. "This is Spears over." He said into the mic. After a few moments, the radio technician answered on the other end. "This is Smith over." Jackson waited a moment before responding, "the clouds are looking rough out here, could you put Stillanka on the line?" Roger Stillanka was the American Army's best meteorologist in this part of the warzone. He was in his late 40ties, his hair starting to whiten, but he was an overall nice guy. He was white with a brown and white beard, with brown eyes and glasses. Pretty much the average look of a meteorologist. Smith transfered him over, a few moments later connecting with the weather team. Stillanka's voice came over the line. "What is it Spears?" He asked, and after a few moments, Jackson answered: "the clouds are looking rough, it looks like it could storm. I can go through it but if it's Snows Reckless won't be able too." He said this with mild concern in his voice. They had only just reached the bottom of the hill, and he still had a long way up to go. A minute later, Stillanka came back over the line. "My radars are saying it's fine. Just a minor rains storm, with a possibility of sleet do to the low temperatures. The mission looks fine. I suggest you proceed." Jackson usually trusted Stillanka 's words, but now he wasn't feeling good about it. The storm looked bad, and uts seemed that Reckless was already getting nervous. His gait turning slightly unsteady, but that could always be just the terrain. "Roger that. I'll proceed." With that he switched the off switch on the radio, conserving battery. And slipped in back into his belt. He kicked the side of Reckless slightly, easing him a little faster. It would most likely be a days journey, but the faster they get there the better.

But as Jackson and Reckless began up the hill, the storm above swirled and hissed in anger, threatening to drop snow any moment.